Wood note seemed the music of madrigals..!!

Benches sat sophrosyne..!
The leaves all waved and fell along the breeze.
The waters were all pink rippled
of those leaves the woods held itself.
In majesty and grandeur with silence
gazed the branches over the nemophilist benches.
The rasp,the hooting and the woodnote
sweet to any ear known.
the noise of chork,
through which entered a sole soul
beautiful and mesmerizing.
Amidst those leaves while stepped her footsteps
sweet breeze canoodled each inch of her skin
while those leaves rubbed against her.
With the echoing cukoo's sweet note
woodnote seemed the music of madrigals.
She stepped to be seated over the benches
and the pink waters seemed lovelier than her smile.
Her lips twitched and her cheeks stifled
to the smile and laugh that noised loud
with her li'l fingers held over her chin and lips.
In the whist wondered surroundings
she could witness herself as the labyrinth of echo.
The echo,the sweet music,the note!
She smelled the petrichore,
she felt the dew drops.
The dripping drops from the leaves of woods
rippled the water with the noise of tap.
Arouse the dark and pink was its shade;
The waters,the welkin,the fences
and lastly even her chuckle.

YMS.  

When breeze kissed my hair to set them free...

Introduction:arising dusk and a busy city life when his dulcinea awaits his presence.

Dusk arising with the welkin red as scarlet,
sun sunk down the tall sky-scrapers!
The branches of the wood seemed like
it reached the heights my vision would reach.
The summer sun had shed the leaves over the branches of woods.
It was an arising dark night,
a moonless night with a sole pole star
over the dark night sky.
It was humid and cooler when the sun had left.
An arched bridge over the li'l brooklet flow,
an evening awaiting thine arrival!
gazing at the pole star
under the lights of pale honey from the poles of light.
I waited,envisaging your presence;
I could hear the rasp of the dark night
but I could stronger feel,thine arrival close to me.
Not thine footsteps,not thine sweet fragrance
but those eyes of thee sparkling in the night
like the lightening struck wood brown and light.
I could find you walking closer!
I rubbed my palms over my shoulders,I chafed
for then it seemed like the breeze surrounded
around and across the greens along with the feel of cold
intensified by the brooklet.
The way you walked to reach me and now I could feel the sweet fragrance too..!!
Closer to reach and the cooler breeze
kissed to set my hair free!
when thine feathery fingers locked my fringes
tucking it along the temple
and before my ears.
To reach so close,for the sparkle of thine eyes
reached to shimmer that of mine
like the iridescent over lenses.
When thee then spoke,
and silence turned the music
our hands along and my hand over thine shoulders
and your's over my waist.
To the tap of shrill,along the breeze
and that of music our feet tapped along
for the move of dance
like the rustle of leaves.

YMS.